For Carlos

But then he said:
“No, no, let it be fucked!
Let the bombs rain down,
Pulverize this shit.
Let them be our final
Catharsis,
Cleansing:
Let them purify us,
Exalt us:
Flense us of ourselves.
Let the sun shine through
The dust,
The smoke:
The vaporized remnants
Of the remnants of our lives.
And as the dust settles
To the ground,
To the beginning,
Let the sun illuminate
The essence of our being
In clarity.”